Sun, why dost thou with so much anger bake?
In thy sweltering waves dost much discomfort lie!
Thy fiendish scorching ferocity
Doth seem like a frightening rehearsal
For that unfavourable phantom abode
Whither mine purported loving maker
Doth make the mind-numbing promise
To deliver the earth-loving me for barbeque
Joshmali's World 